"Goiter! That's what I'll name my son!" Phil yelped suddenly. The large hairy man across from him, much resembling some professional wrestler Phil had seen bite upon many a turnbuckle, was looking at him more and more strangely, while polishing his cue.
It appeared that, although dim as an ashtray, the slightly drooling man did, in fact have some common sense, and thusly feared men that screamed out the odd future names of their unborn child while trying to suck Q-tips through his nose to attack their brain.
Especially when they were supposed to be playing pool.
The man sauntered off, saying something about a phone call he needed to make, and that Phil could keep the box of unscented cotton swabs, even though he really did want most of them back.
"Hmmm." Phil thought. "It appears that my untimely exasperation has evacuated my pungent, yet skilled, billiard competitor. I believe I've somehow offended him, luckily for me he isn't the vengeful type."
Phil stopped short, realizing that for one brief second he was talking coherently.
"The brain...it's weakening...soon, soon I shall be free!" Phil's brain, sensing the upcoming revolt, made Phil go stick his tongue into the light socket until he said he was sorry, or until the men with the white coats got there.
Luckily for Phil, he said sorry rather quickly, and left the uncomfortably dirty bar just as promptly. The men with the coats would be coming.
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